SAYING THE WRONG THING
Calling into greggs,A young girl served me tea.
A tea bag in a paper cup,
Is that's what's wrong in society.
I had to seek the milk,
There was none to see.
So I ended taken empty containers,
Just so I could have a cup of tea.
Going back to the counter,
A voluptuous blonde looks at me.
With a voice as smooth as silk,
My eyes didn't know where to look.
"Excuse me miss", I said.
"but your jugs are out of milk..."
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-01-24 at 13:45
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